I know. I had to google it myself when I heard the story a week or two back.
Shaun OâDowd is now just Shaun OâDowd. His entourage fits in a small van. No more DingaLing or Hanora.
Mind you he did have one of the great Irish record sleeves.
I know. I had to google it myself when I heard the story a week or two back.
Shaun OâDowd is now just Shaun OâDowd. His entourage fits in a small van. No more DingaLing or Hanora.
Mind you he did have one of the great Irish record sleeves.
Hilarious 4 muscly guys and the other bloke.
Who the fuck is that???
On left or right?
Pass
Shaun OâDowdâs real name is Gerdie Mackey.
Shaun OâDowdâs real name is Gerdie Mackey.
Is he anything to Mick?
Is Shaun still running the pub out in Lanzarote?
A gas man
Sour relationship between them and VG. Didnât agree on approach and werenât let do what they wanted to.
Dromina is the hardest drinking town that Iâve ever been to, Iâve had a few unbelievable nights in the cottage and the bog, the entire place has a drinking problem
Dromina is a village!
Yeah tis a decent spot alright for a night out. Been at a few 21stâs in the Bog and the Cottage. Thereâs not much else to do in the village apart from go drinking.
And coke.
Some lady called Ann Fitzgerald in The Indo.
At the end of this column I am going to do something that Iâd never have thought possible.
I recently jumped in with seven other members of the self-titled Kilkenny branch of the Munster Rugby Supporters Club travelling to Coventry for the Champions Cup semi-final against Saracens.
When we landed at the house we had booked for the night, we discovered there were already people in it⌠and they were booked in for that night too.
So we had no place to stay.
Several phone calls to the booking company resulted in apologies and promises but no actual accommodation.
Handing out spare flags brought from home, we fell into conversation with lots of other Munster fans and, by kick-off, three separate women, all strangers, had offered us a bed.
One, Ann H, came up to me again after the match to affirm her offer was genuine.
Isnât that incredible! She knew nothing about us other than we are members of the same Munster tribe.
(We felt it would be unfair for eight of us to land in on her, so ended up getting the ferry back.)
We had travelled more in hope than confidence. When Keith Earls joined our other game-changer Joey Carbery on the sidelines, a big ask became a monumental one.
Everyone on the team gave their all but we just werenât good enough. I have no complaints on that front.
But I was horrified at the bizarre series of events involving Saracensâ Billy Vunipola being awarded man of the match, and his solo lap of honour, during which he stopped in front of us and slapped his chest, and the fawning interview by BT Sport.
Vunipola had got himself in trouble for supporting Australian international Israel Folau - also of Tongan extraction - quoting the Bible as saying that gay people are headed to hell unless they repent.
As rugby prides itself on its high principles, this resulted in a dressing down for Vunipola from the Rugby Football Union and presumably a warning to show more discretion in future. But, at the first chance, he doubled down on his previous utterances.
Of more than 30,000 verses in the bible, only a few refer to non-heterosexual relationships, and their meaning is far from clear.
A few less ambiguous are: âWhy do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brotherâs eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye?â, âHatred stirs up conflict, but love covers over all wrongs,â or âHe that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone.â
The door has been opened for his employers to revisit the issue. But it is also an issue for the competition organisers and sponsors as well as World Rugby. Fail to do so hurts rugby but, more importantly, the many marginalised in society.
To quote Desmond Tutu, âif you are neutral in situations of injustice, you have chosen the side of the oppressorâ.
So to the point of this piece.
This Saturday sees Saracens take on Munsterâs biggest enemy, Leinster, in the Champions Cup final.
The rivalry is like a family where an older siblingâs early success is subsequently surpassed by a younger one.
That has created a bitterness. While my husband, a Leinster man, would say, âif Leinster canât win, I hope Munster doâ, few Munster heads would reciprocate.
But this time, I would. Because, while Munster is my tribe, I am firstly a member of what might be termed the 21st century âtolerantâ tribe.
So, for one day only, I ask Munster fans to think Blue rather than Red.
Sweet divine Jesus .
Fucking sweet divine dymphna âŚ
unreal
Sheâs like a female Billy Keane.
Her husband sounds like a right doormat.